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Over the new few weeks my bruises slowly began to fade. I started to feel better and everything with Mr. Jaid’s felt so unreal like it hadn’t actually happened. I tried not to think of it or him and just move on but everyday my mom was on my about my certificate. She wanted to make sure I had passed and know when I’d be taking my equivalency test. She checked the mail and had me double check it but it never came...day after day, week after week.
I noticed one of the test dates had come and gone. I began to wonder if it had gotten lost or if he hadn’t sent it. I wondered what I was going to do if it didn’t come. Nearly two months went by, then one day, I came home from the library and was surprised to see Mr. Jaid’s in my house, sitting in my living room, having coffee with my mother. He even had her laughing.
It took me a moment to recognize him. He looked different like he’d been sick or something. He looked like he’d lost some weight and had bags under his eyes. I looked at him but he just kept looking at my mother. When she saw me her happy face quickly turned sour, I could tell she was upset with me. I looked at Mr. Jaid’s again but he didn’t acknowledged my presence. I wondered what this was about but figured I’d find out later. I went to my room not wanting to be in the same room with him any longer then I had to be.
I don’t know how long he stayed. Eventually my brother let me know it was dinner. I was a little worried he was sill here but quickly found it was just me and my family. We all sat down and Mom was telling Marty about what happened. Mr. Jaid’s had apparently come to the house to inform my mother I had failed to pass my course. I wasn’t going to get to take the equivalency test, it would be a waste of time and resource. Apparently Mr. Jaid’s insisted I do the semester over again.
My heart immediately sunk at the thought of being in the same room as him for another semester. I COULDN’T!
Marty was upset he asked my mother how much of an idiot I was. Then said he wasn’t paying for more classes. A sliver of hop sprang in my heart but my mother quickly dashed it away. She said we didn’t have to pay for it this time, apparently I’d been chosen for some “special” education grant given my hardships. Everything would be paid in full. Marty shrugged but seemed okay with it. I felt sick. I couldn’t believe this…I started hyperventilating
It was over between us...FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM! WHY WAS HE DOING THIS! I WAS NOT GOING! He’d snapped, he said he was done with me he said I could fuck a chair leg. If he wanted me gone...why had he fail me? Why was he making me come back. What was his deal! This didn’t make any sense. He told me I was smart and I would pass his class but told my mom I had failed and needed to take the course again. Who was he lying to me or her.
I got up and went to my room without a word. The next day I tried to tell my mom I could just take the test but she didn’t think I was ready. She said I shouldn’t be upset about this but happy that it was buying me another few months to get my shit together. I should be grateful I was chosen for the grant. That not all of us got free rides. I knew this wasn’t a free ride...I just knew it in my gut he was up to something but what could I do.
For weeks I struggled with what I as going to do. I looked into any other options I might have but knew I needed that test to get a decent job placement especially if I was going to have to live on my own one day. The night before class I decided I had no choice, I’d go but things would be different. I spent the rest of the night thinking of all the things I was going to say to him.
I went to classes super early the next day. He was already there sitting in his car. I thought he was going to get out any second but several minutes passed. As far as I could tell he was just sitting in his car staring off into space. I eventually worked up the nerve to approach his car and tap on his window. He seemed surprised to see me for a moment his eyes lit up and then he quick lowered his gaze. I slapped my hand on the window getting his attention again and signed asking him what his deal was, why had he failed me.
He looked at me like he was confused and signed back he’d failed me because I had failed. I reminded him how he said I was super smart and going to pass his class. He apologized to me, that it was a miscalculation, my score hadn’t met the requirements to pass and I’d need to repeat his class. I signed to him it was bullshit that I wouldn’t. He simply reminded signed if I left class, he’d have to mark me down as absent.
I had no choice but to stay. He got out of his car and I ran off refusing to be with him any longer then I had to be. I waited in the woman’s restroom until the last minute to get to class. I found a seat in the back and sat down. I was hyper vigilant watching him like a hawk. The classes seemed normal that day. He introduced the course to us and handed out the tests. When it was time for lunch I took off and stayed in the bathroom again. I didn’t want to risk running into him. We tested all afternoon and I thought I was doing much better. I knew a lot of the answers now.
When it was time to collect the tests he signed that he wanted me to stay after. I did but I stayed in the fucking door way and made sure there were still people in the hallway. He signed for me to come over and I signed no...whatever he had to tell me he could sign it from over there. He looked put out but signed he wanted me to close the classroom up from now on, since I’d been here last year, I should know how he did it. I was also going to help him out every now and that with some things for extra credit. He got a smug looked on his face then.
I knew what he fucking meant. He wanted to start things up again. I brought up everything he’d signed last time. How he was fucking done with me and how he claimed I was crazy and made him do things he didn’t want to. He sat at his desk watching my hands then signed back that he’d had time to think about “my problems”. It would be easy to walk away but he was an educator and I needed an education. I was selfish and my pussy was greedy, he hoped to teach us both some humility.
I stumbled out of the class room shaking my head thinking he was absolutely nuts. I should have just walked away but I stepped back into the doorway of the class room and signed I didn’t need to learn anything he had to teach, my void was filled. His eyes got wide at that and he quickly signed to me that I would learn what he had to teach. I would be his special student again or he’d fail me and I could live on the streets.
He said that if it weren’t for him my mother would have already kicked me out. She had plans for my room once I was gone. I was just taking up space. He knew that would hurt me and it did. I got so mad at him, after all the nastiness, after all the abuse...he’d we’d both decided we were over but he’d just up and changed his mind. Now I was suppose to what... jump.
Well I hadn’t changed my mind, if anything I knew better this time around..I wasn’t that naive girl anymore and I knew who I was dealing with…a complete psycho. I had a lot to lose but so did he. I signed I’d go to the police...He just laughed….Then I signed I’d go to his wife… He didn’t look phased...I expected him to be scared...or upset but he just kept that smug look on his face like he knew better...like he had all the power and I had none. He continue to just look at me and I felt uneasy. I looked away from him and noticed there were less people in the hall.
When I looked back he was out of his chair standing in the middle of this room...closer I could see he had a crazy look in his eyes. I don’t know why but I got scared. I took off without another world...fuck this guy...fuck this...I hoped my threat was enough to get him to back off and just leave me alone.
However that night while I was stewing in my room, my mother came in and handed me a letter. I read it as she stood over me. She said my teacher had just called and informed her I didn’t show up to the first class. That son of a bitch. I read on, normally this would be a warning and then the next time I would automatically fail but since my mother had been so kind he was going to let this absence slide but if I missed two more classes he’d have no choice to fail me. She said if I failed this time I would be kicked out immediately and I still owed them money which they would collect by selling off my things.
I couldn’t fucking believe this. She couldn’t be serious. I tried to sign to her but she just gave me a look and said ‘Don’t fail’ before storming off. I felt like I was between a rock and a hard place for hours I paced in my room but what choice did I have. I suppose I could keep my threat I bit my lip considering going to the police but what was I going to say and his wife...I….I realized I was too much of a coward...it was sad pathetic...but I worried they might not believe me and then I’d really have nothing. I took up a stuffed animal my grandmother had given me and crawled into my bed. I cried myself to sleep but accepted my fate in the morning.
The next day I put on my stockings and corset I had to let the corset out some as I’d gained some weight. I put on normal clothes but changed after I left the house and wore a skirt and a low cut shirt. I dragged my feet the entire way but sat in my seat up front...defeated. He came into the room and did a double take on me before smiling.
He started teaching and gave me our special sign to spread my legs. I did and for a moment his eyes lit up and he paused and then continued teaching. He cut class short that day...After everyone was gone I just sat at my desk. He didn’t even speak to me. He locked the door got the blinds down and then rushed over to me. He yanked me out of my seat. I was scared but I didn’t fight him as he grabbed me by the back of my neck and dragged me over to his desk. He bent me over and a second later he was jabbing me. I was dry...but soon felt sudden moisture I assume he’d spit between my legs. A second later I jerked as he tore into me. He pounded me into his desk scooting it across the floor.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as he pawed my shirt up and grabbed at my breast kneading them in his hands. Pain rippled though me and my pussy burned as he pounded into me I started to feel the fluttered of pleasure but I culled it not wanting to feel anything with him...for this. I didn’t want to encourage him.
He was nearly insatiable that day. Once he’d pound me into the desk, he took a break, then did it on the floor. I could see the desperation on his face...how his body had changed. I could see several of his ribs. I wondered if he was sick or something. I didn’t care. I looked away from him but he grabbed my face and made me look at him as he thrust into me. I cried some more and he licked them off my face enjoying it. I shuttered not wanting this...not wanting him inside me. It took everything not to scratch at him to push him out of me. I wondered how I’d ever gotten off with him. He was a sick and twisted psychotic mother fucker.
Once we finished on the floor I went to clean myself up but he slapped me signing no...I decided when its over.’ I just looked at him pleading with my eyes...hoping he’d see how sick this was but we fucked a few more times on his desk….in the corner of the room over my desk. I could slowly see a change in him...his desperation slowly turned to cockiness. When we left he had this smug look on his face.
The next day after class we took a drive. He took us somewhere new a secluded area in the woods. I got a little worried when he signed for me to take off my clothes. I didn’t want to but he gave me a look and I knew he wouldn’t ask again. I watched him pop some pills and then take a blanket out of his trunk he laid it out and had me on it. He started taking pictures of me and instructed me to spread… myself. He got in real close with his camera…. He moved all around me getting every angle imaginable and then climbed on the blanket with me. We went at it for hours that dad….he didn’t lose his hardon once and I realized he must have taken something. He just kept going for hours…When he was finally done he snuggled up to me and took a nap until it was dark. I tapped him waking him up and we did it again. On the way home he gave me a card with a time to get my hair waxed...since I’d slipped on going. I reluctantly took it.
It was late when I got inside my house, I took a shower and wash away what I could. When I got out my mom was up, she asked how the extra stunting was going, apparently Mr. Jaids said I’d be staying after class from now on to get extra studying time. I lied and wrote it was fine before going to bed.
Going forward I had to meet with him everyday even when I had no class. The first few days, I was able to turn myself off but once he was getting it on the regular he started to branch out. He knew what set me off would make me cum so he could mock and shamed me. He got entitled, he thought he owned me now, since he was paying for this semester out of his own pocket. He considered me a prostitute on his dime and started calling me me names. He’d sign I was a cunt, a cum bank, a cum bucket, a slut, a dirty whore. He no longer called me by my name even in class...sometimes he’d just sign C and I knew what he meant.
It didn’t take long to started up all his old shit...and I soon felt like I was being swallowed up by this whole mess all over again. One day he took me to a hotel and tied me up. We had rough sex for several hours and then he took off leaving me tired up spread on the bed for hours.
When he eventually came back, I was sore and wanted him to untie me but he refused to listen to me. He treated me like I wasn’t there. He didn’t look at me...He only looked at my pussy. He began talking to it. I couldn’t read his lips but saw parts of his mouth move. He caressed it and then began unpacking some groceries he bought. I read his lips as he said my pussy must be thirsty. He got it some water. He took off the lid and then inserted it. I watch the water disappear as emptied a whole bottle of water in me. It just leaked back out making the bed wet.
He took banana in a condom first with the peel on and pushed it inside me. Then he peeled it wrapped it the inside in a condom and smoothed it inside me. He and left it there then took a cucumber out but didn’t wrap it he only washed it and slid it in. I wanted him to stop but knew he wouldn’t admittedly the cucumber felt good it was cold and a nice size. It sunk right in and I worried about the banana. He left it in for a while as he ate something. He started moving the cucumber and I jerked against it starting to feet good he got upset took it out and slapped my tits. He told me I was being too greedy...then he took the condom out. It took a bit and the banana was all but mush.
He got some grapes next and I realized he wasn’t going to cover them. I shook my head thinking they’d get lost but he wouldn’t listen to me. He put them on a plastic spoon and spooned them inside me one after another. Till filled me up. He patted my pussy and I read his lips as he said good pussy...all full. He let me pushed them all out. I counted each one making sure it was all of them. Then he took out a can of whip cream and some strawberries for dessert. I was so humiliated as he covered me in whip cream and strawberries. He even had chocolate syrup. Thankfully he put it all on top of my instead of inside me but it made my pussy looked like a fucking dessert.
He took several pictures and then dove in eating it. I could feel his teeth graze my clit more then once and I squirmed afraid he was going to bite me. He smiled when he was how upset I got he put some whip cream on my nipples and sucked them off before lightly biting them and teasing me. He knew he had all the power...that here was nothing I could do to stop him..at this point he could do what whatever he wanted.
I could see how his eyes would light up when he knew I was in uncomfortable and in pain. I realized he was getting off on my pain no matter what he said. When he finally untied me I pointed it out to him he was violent on his own and he informed me he only enjoyed inflicting pain on me and because I deserved it for being such a greedy cunt...so that didn’t count.
When we were cleaning up that day and leaving the hotel I wondered how many other student he’d brought here and if he did this bullshit with. I signed asking him about it unsure if I really wanted to know. As he drove me home he claimed I was the only student he’d ever crossed a line with...the only woman he’d ever cheated on his wife with. I doubted he was telling me the truth. It was probably just another lie. He could see I didn’t believe him but he swore signed it was the truth. He even claimed up until me he’d been able to keep it in his pants and was happily married but my pussy had just corrupted him. I didn’t believe him.
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